The Tortured Soul's Cry

Down, drowning Head held under No relief, no comfort My heart’s torn asunder. On a mountaintop, Soaring briefly. Just when I feel safe You stomp on me. Is this life? Is there no more? Where can I run When I’m tired and sore? Do you hear me? Do you care at all? Every time I get up You make me fall. Why do you tease? Why are you cruel? Does God not have to obey His own “Golden Rule”? I turn to you, You just ignore. People blessed all around, Nothing for just one more? Heart breaking, Soul crying out Please step in and show me What life is all about! Do you hate me? If so, why? I’ll wait and listen As I bury my head and cry. If you’re there You’ll have to come to me I can’t move… Heart’s paralyzed, you see.